Mar 2015
Now that you've gone,
There's one shadow
In my morning sun;
New moons hide me
When evenings come;
There's none to compare
To starlight spun.
And I did compare,
Before you'd gone.
There's one shadow
In my morning sun;
New moons hide me
When evenings come;
There's none to compare
To starlight spun.
And I did compare,
Before you'd gone.
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Written by
Francie Lynch
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